My daddy sent me on to Baton Rouge in 1969. He said our love was like a forest fire and he'd end it with a mind. So you rode with us to Temple, Texas where I did catch the train.
Om Maheshwaraaya, Om Shivaaya. There are those who call you in vain. Funeral pyres, lost desires. They leave their victims in pain. . I search for the way out of my confession.
Yes sir. Nappy roots. Well I gotta go. Aww alright. . I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in. So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within. It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear.
Out of the tree of life, I just picked me a plumb. You came along and everything starting to hum. Still it's a real good bet, the best is yet to come.
I heard the music long ago, songs that rent the air. Fading in and out at night while I was lying there. Voices soft and lonely and later rock and roll.
I want a simple life, like my mother. One true love for my older years. I dont want your wars to take my children. I want a simple life while Im here.
[Fish Scales] yeah. [R. Prophit] Awwwww. [Fish Scales] Wassup. [R. Prophit] yes'sa. [Fish Scales] You know dat. [R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point.
(Guy Clark). . She was standin' on the gone side of leavin'. She found her thumb and stuck it in the breeze. She'll take anything that's goin' close to somewhere else.
Imma be alright. Imma be okay. Long as I got you. I got a brighter day. Imma be alright. Imma be okay. Long as I got you. We gon' find a way...aye, aye, ayyyeee!.
Snowing through South Dakota I once drove. With the wife of my best pal. Who cloaks her heart from cold with gold. It was well into the winter. Of December in the cold.
I'm just a big bang baller on a budget. Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it'. City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky. Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky.
When you say I love you. Is it just because you know that's what I want to hear?. Lately friends are warning me. What they hesitate to tell me leaves a thread of fear.
[?]. You know what I'm talkin about?. . Lifes good but it definitely ain't easy. Remember we was kids, just nappy headed, greasy. Everything was simple, just like we saw on tv.
I never saw the morning 'til I stayed up all night. I never saw the sunshine 'til you turned out the light. I never saw my hometown 'til I'd stayed away too long.
Saint Teresa, your patron child's come home. Were you there to greet her?. Did your angels know her songs and all of her sorrows?. Did you lift them from her brow?.
Yo, this is the Roc-A-Fella Remix. . Killah kid, nappy roots... ya'll ready?. . UH.... they done it... let the country meet the city boys... uh... . [Hook].
Yo, ha ha Nappy Roots. Awnaw. . Awnaw, hell naw, boy. Man, y'all done up and done it. Awnaw, hell naw, boy. Y'all done up and done it. . Awnaw, hell naw, boy.
He will leave behind all of his clothes. He wore when he was with her. All he needs are his railroad boots. And his leather jacket. . As he says goodbye to Ruby's arms.
Today ya'll. We gonna use the subject matter. We runnin' outta time. (Let me say this one more time). I think we runnin outta time. Cause the days are dark.
He still sends her roses on the 4th of July. They're always white roses and she never asks why. She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights. But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night.